Quiet Part

It’s time to say what so many think.
Cold sweat worries exorcised in ink.

We have become no more than product.
Clear to see in billionaires’ conduct.

We’re bought & sold by futures markets.
Wealth of life factored into targets.

We’re all but stamped on assembly lines.
No real change when the rich opt for fines.

It’s insurmountable by design…
So systemic faults seem but a whine.

Flaming late stage capitalism…
Snuffed by ground-up cannibalism.

Ouroboros-style civil collapse?
It’s where staying this course ends, perhaps.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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